smash_logs | Open office log 01: Magical Mushroom Angsty time!

The last thing Lighter would openly admit was that he felt like he needed some kind of "psychology" help or whatever. And considering the list of other things he'd never admit, that was definitely saying something. But considering everything that happened on Friday... It might as well have been the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.

Even if Matt didn't have some kind of miracle forget-everything-that-happened drug or potion or whatever the hell psychologists were supposed to have, maybe he could fix a certain other thing that had been plaguing Lighter for a while.

When nobody else was in the halls, he decided to risk knocking on the door. But since it was open he didn't even wait for a response before letting himself in.

Matt had always been one for doing things the old-fashioned way. Pills certainly didn't help when he was recruiting spies or otherwise trying to "persuade" his enemies, so he's quite used to neglecting them as an option. Of course, he may have to start changing his approach, but he still didn't like using them as a first resort.

He heard the knock, and gave an acknowledging nod. "Hm, I didn't expect you to be here. Lighter, was it?"

"Yeah, that's right. I figured since you look pretty normal and it's your job to fix people or somethin', maybe..." Wait, no, that implied Lighter was broken somehow. That wasn't it, damn it!

He cleared his throat and started again. "So you don't go tellin' nobody about anything anyone tells you, right?

"Of course not. Even psychological analysts are only allowed to give vague reports, an I'm not one of them." He started to explain. "As a term of my employment, I am required to keep everything said here off of the school records."

"Ehh..." That wasn't much comfort to Lighter. Only because to most people, the 'rules' seemed to be more of a passive suggestion than anything.

Still, he'd come this far.

"Good enough. So those crazy hallucinations were pretty bad. Made some folks do really stupid crap. Made me end up... uh... y'know. Kinda... Ikissedmybestfriend but anyhow, you got anything that'll cure the gay?"

"Well..."

Homosexuality in psychology was actually a fairly recent topic, and while Matt did his best to keep up with current trends, he actually did have to think for a while on that one.

"Sir, this may be hard to believe, but it's perfectly normal for men to experiment in these kind of ways at least once in their life. You can't actually assume you're gay until you take a good look at what actually went on." He started to explain before jumping right to the question.

"Tell me, do you think you would have actually enjoyed kissing your friend?"

"NO." At least he could be certain about that much. There were way too many things wrong with that, whether they were both men or not. "But there's been... uh... other stuff." With other people. That he didn't really want to think about. ~~STUPID SEXY FALCON.~~

"I mean, I was married! And I loved her, and I got a kid and everything, but... I dunno. Ain't no other woman ever caught my eye, and I don't want nobody to, but sometimes there's men who..." He let out a frustrated growl and shook his head. "It ain't right, y'know?"

"Other things?" This could be bad. He didn't want to be the one to break the bad news to him if he was actually gay, but what if he was?

Wait, a wife and kid? This was a good sign. Maybe this wasn't so hopeless. "Are you sure you don't want to look?" He asked, and before waiting for an answer, he continued.

"Whatever happened to your wife, it seems pretty obvious that you loved her, and you don't want to ever forget that. Even still, you know there's no woman in the world who could ever compare to her, which is why you've lost interest."

He knows that just saying that Lighter needs to move on would cause problems, so he tries to be a bit more subtle. "If you don't realize that you're lonelier then you think, it might come out in ways you don't really like."

Lonelier than he thought? There was nothing lonesome about living secluded out in the forest away from the village. And even if there was, he was surrounded by people every day since he came to the school, so he really should be feeling the opposite of lonely.

But that hallucination kept saying things about being lonely. Dying alone. Fuel was growing fast, and it wouldn't be long until he moved on and did whatever it was he wanted to do.

"I... guess I never really thought about whether I wanna look or not. I figured I was fine, and that I'd be enough to raise my boy on my own, but..." He trailed off, scratching at his ever-present manly stubble. "I mean, most the folks here are crazy even when they're not seein' things. Nobody I'd ever wanna settle down with."

"The need may just be emotional, but it's still there." Matt had to wonder how his son felt about all of this, but it looked like this man was disturbed enough without having to think about that on top of everything else.

"But what about outside this school? If your limiting your search to whoever you meet at work, you're going to be disappointed."

"The rest of the city seems just as crazy from what I've seen. And back home... There ain't really no one close to my age not married or somethin'." ~~There was always Tessie, but half the damn village wanted to marry her.~~

"If that's the case, then I assume you don't come from a populated area." Matt knew the school was weird, but he was always a bit more receptive to change.

"Maybe you should go out into the country, or a calmer area. At least, until you adjust to how hectic cities like this can be." These excuses were starting to get just the tiniest bit suspicious.

"Yeah, Tazmily's real tiny compared to this. Even when all those damned Pig Masks and tourists were all over the place, there was still a hell of a lot less people than just in this school! But... I been here over a year, almost two now. I figure if I ain't adjusted yet, I'll never be."

He raised an eyebrow. "How's goin' out supposed to help anything, anyhow? You sayin' I should just run away and hide out like some kinda sissy?"

"Pig masks?" This had nothing to do with his problems, Matt just had no idea what those even were.

"I'm not saying you should run away, I'm saying that you should find a place where you can find someone." He explained. "The world is a vast place, and finding someone can be hard. But if you want to succeed here, you'll have to look past the insane majority."

"Army folk. Bad guys." Like everyone in any kind of miliatary had to be. Lash's existence really didn't help him to believe otherwise.

Lighter sighed and crossed his arms. He was starting to regret coming in here in the first place. "I guess you're right. Only if I decide I should go and find someone, of course."

Stubborn woodsman was stubborn.

"So the government in your region is oppressive?" Matt would probably try to resent that comment, but he's not exactly a saint himself.

"If you'd rather keep taking your frustrations out on your male friends, that's your choice." He adjusted his glasses and looked directly at him.

Oh pff he was so not going to answer the first question. His temper was starting to get the best of him. "Fine! Maybe I will!" He huffed and stormed out!

Welp. So much for all that, then.

~~Oh yea, he was so gay.~~

Matt was a little put-aside, but he got the job done as well as he could. It wasn't pretty, but it was pretty good for the first one-one one since he left the military. The problem was addressed, and if Lighter decided to do something about it, then it was technically successful. If not, then he may have just made it worse.

Nyx had paced past the door at least three times. There wasn't a single part of her that wanted to admit any of the things that would have to come out if she walked into that room, but... Friday's hallucination hadn't really been something too unfamiliar. She'd been having nightmares almost exactly like it for months, and as much as she told herself that she'd get used to them, that eventually she wouldn't even realize they had happened, she was starting to lose sleep over it. In the end, even if she didn't think this would help, it was the best she could do for now.

So, on her next pass by the door, Nyx pushed open the door without knocking and helped herself to a seat.

Matt heard the door slam, and although he was fairly shocked, he tried to stay calm. Well, this was someone he hadn't seen before. He regained his composure and greeted the girl.

"Oh, hello there."

Nyx just glared at him while she made herself comfortable in the chair.

"Shut up. I'm only here 'cause I ain't thinkin' of too many other options, an' I need to sleep sometime this month. Word gets out to anyone else I was anywhere near this room, your life becomes a livin' hell. You got me?"

Right, because there just wasn't any way that this could go smoothly.

Well, he found someone he needed to keep a close eye on, if nothing else. He silently nodded after Nyx threatened him.

"I suppose going right to the problem would be in your best interest then." He would have to be careful around this one, since she looked a bit... volatile.

'Psychology'. that was a class, Isaac was sure. Whether or not he had that class was a completely different story. The blond Adept turned the knob and peeked through the crack between the door and its frame. The classroom was empty as he had seen it. Oh, perphaps he was just early?

"E-Excuse me?" he stuttered, unnerved by the serious lack of students. He had anticipated otherwise. "T-This is the psychology office, right?" He had thought that 'office' meant classroom and promptly walked into the room even though he hadn't received an answer.

Ah...he could feel his face redden and he was certain that if another student didn't walk in and soon, he'd begin the slow but sure breaking down process. Oh, Isaac could see it. His knees would start shaking, his hands would wrap tightly around the binder he carried, his voice would crack, his face would bury itself into his load, and his cheeks would come to the full tomato-red blush they usually did when the Adept met someone new.

"I-Is there a place to sit?"

"Yes it is, take a seat right here." Matt was completely oblivious to the confusion. Surely, this child was just nervous about being here. He started acting quickly to calm Isaac down.

"Now, just try and relax. I promise that there's nothing to be afraid of."

Afraid!? Who did this teacher think he was talking to? Isaac was definitely insulted by that insinuation. After all, he and his friends had managed to save an entire world. That takes courage! 'Afraid' wasn't the right word to describe what Isaac was feeling, no, but the Adept let the mistake slide since, well, this teacher didn't know him at all.

"N-no, I'm fine..." he said, taking a quick breath at the end to ease his mind and halt the breaking-down process. His face had only turned a little pink and his knees hadn't started shaking. Good. At least he'd managed to stop it early in its onset.

He looked at his hand for a second and thought, "I can fight monsters and help save a world and yet talking to people turns me into a baby! This was just like what happened when I first moved in. Ah...if only people didn't unnerve me as much as everything else should."

The Adept didn't say much more than that since he had assured himself that he was courageous and that this little...'quirk' was something he could probably grow out of while he was at the Academy. He quietly took a seat before the adult. The blush on his cheeks mellowed out until he turned to to be what could be considered a 'healthy glow'.

Isaac was calming down, so maybe he wasn't as shy as he thought. He waited a few seconds as he watched what he did; looking at his hand was a strange thing to do, but it's not the first case like that he's ever seen. Whatever Isaac was thinking, he shouldn't call it out if it was beneficial.

"Well, it seems it seems like you've got things under control, so let's get started." He nodded and continued to keep a close eye on him.

"Right," Isaac nodded as he pulled, from his leather messenger bag, a notebook and a pen. The Adept smiled innocently, not knowing he was sitting in front of the psychologist, preparing for a lecture on the deeper workings of the inner mind.

And there he waited in silence like the good student he tended to be. Really, he wasn't one to do anything that might be considered the deeds of a 'bad student'.

"Um, may I ask what the notebook is for?" This was... odd. He's had people write down advice before, but he hasn't had people wait to write something down.

Matt had caught Isaac off guard for the Adept cocked an eyebrow and seemed to move back into his chair.

"Um...to take notes? Isn't that what you do at the Academy?"

Honestly, Isaac couldn't remember the last time he'd been so studious. Maybe his friends were rubbing off on him.

"Usually, but this isn't a class. You're not going to be graded if you don't remember every little thing I said." He was starting to realize that there was a slight mix-up, though he didn't assume it was quite as severe as it really was.

The Stars! Isaac's eyes widened as he realized he had gotten himself lost again. His mouth wiggled into a smile that told people Isaac had habitually done this and, despite his attempts to get better, he obviously was failing. In other, more modern words, epic failsauce.

"Ah..." he scratched his head and blushed, coming to be more relaxed than when he had first walked in. "Oh...I'm sorry to have taken up your time," he chuckled. "I must have looked completely insane, walking in and grabbing my notebook."

He had started packing.

When Brock got baking, he really baked. He usually had a bad habit of producing too many baked goods, much more than he could ever eat himself. Still, he didn't really mind, because that meant sharing! Often after a particularly productive baking session, the gym leader would wander from office to office, distributing plates of cookies or brownies or whatever.

Today, after stopping by a few familiar faculty offices, Brock found himself outside Matt's door. Having avoided the mushrooms, he didn't really have any concerns to air, but maybe the psychologist would appreciate a visit that wasn't about neuroses and problems.

So, with a plate of chocolate chip cookies in hand, he knocked on the door.

Matt opened the door, and saw a complete stranger holding a plate of cookies. This was a pleasant surprise, to say the very least. While he didn't really know if he should accept offerings from strangers, he was at a school that was supposed to be safer then the military, and while he wasn't too sure about the school food, this man certainly seemed trustworthy.

Or maybe he was just too willing to let his guard down when it came to sweets, either one.

"Oh, come right in!" He smiled and nodded.

It was about then that Brock noticed this might be a little awkward. As he entered the office, he switched the plate into his left hand in order to better extend his right for the manliest of handshakes.

"I uh...I know this is kind of random but I made way too many so I'm just kind of making the rounds to see if anyone wants any. I'm Brock, by the way."

Matt returned the handshake firmly, and nodded. After all, it was his job to accept complete strangers walking into his office.

"Oh, it's a pleasure, Brock. My name is Matt Campbell."

"Nice to meet you." He said, offering a smile, and then the cookies. "I know this is probably unexpected. I saw your journal post about counseling and figured, well, um. Everyone could use some cookies. How is everything?"

"I'll be sure to extend your kind offer." Matt's had a few troubles with some of the students, but he was sure that he could win them over, even if it took a long time. Mildly insane high school students couldn't be much more different then upstanding soldiers, after all.

"In any case, I've been shaken up, but I'm confident that I've recovered. I'm much more worried about some of the people that have entered here over the past week." He answered while nodding. "And what about you? You seem to be in good spirits, at least."

"You should have some too, though." Brock set the tray down, knowing that nearly everyone had gone through what were presumed to be harrowing journeys into the subconscious.

"Yeah." He nodded. "I managed to avoid the...whatever it was that went around. I guess I'm just worried about everyone else."

"Of course." Putting sweets in front of him wasn't actually as bad as an idea as it sounded. "I should thank you again."

"I suspect it was something in the food or water supply." He noted. "Temporary hallucinations are usually a sign of outside factors. Has there been a history of this happening to the school?" Because that would certainly explain how "crazy" he's heard it is.

It was no use, Sable still couldn't get what happened during her hallucinations out of her head. Maybe it was time to get a little help. Still, she was very shy about talking about her problems, and especially what happened this weekend to someone that she didn't know all that way.

She eventually convinced herself to pay a visit to the psychology office, seeing as how they know how the mind works, and since they're professionals, they would know how to make things better! In the end, however, she was still pretty nervous. She poked her head into the office. "Hello...?" she said quietly.

"Oh, hello." He smiled and nodded at the girl. She looked like she was a bit meek, but that was an improvement over some of the other cases he's had earlier in the week.

She sighed in relief. At least the man was friendly. It did put her at ease! She went inside the office and shut the door behind her. "Um...I'm mainly here because I wanted to talk a little bit about the hallucinations that I had a few days ago. I can't seem to get it off from my mind, so maybe talking about it might help..."

"I figured as much." His facial expression turned serious as he nodded.

"The hallucinations have been overwhelmingly frightening, I'm terrified of what everyone may have seen." If someone as composed as him could be brought down by hallucinations, he could only imagine what happened to everyone else. "Please, explain."

Have a Giovanni knocking on the door to alert you to his prescence. There's a redhaired boy with him as well, looking none too pleased to be here. "Hello, Mr. Campbell."

"not too pleased" was an understatement, it would be more accurate to say "looked as though if he weren't injured he would have clawed the man's face off to escape".

Matt knew Giovanni well enough, but the young redhead was someone new. Even with all of his experience, he wasn't entirely sure if this was actually someone Gio knew, or a bratty delinquent.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti. May I ask who this is?"

"This is my son, Silver, and also one of the students here. We both got hit by the hallucinations Friday, so I thought it best if we both came by." He closed the door behind him and gently pushed Silver forward.

"I see." This was going to be difficult. If Silver didn't want to be here, it means that he would be reluctant to tell him anything. If it was possible, Matt would probably have to separate the two.

"I suppose we should start by asking just what the hallucinations were about."

Open office log 01: Magical Mushroom Angsty time!

July 6, probably after lunchishtime

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/nearly died lauging at that icon.

8'D Whit is a genius.

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July 5th, late afternoon.

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July 6th, 9 AM

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July 9th, 3 PM

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SOB MY INFINITE APOLOGIES FOR LATE

DON'T WORRY, MY ACTIVITY IS TOO TERRIBLE TO JUDGE

i am the slowest everrrr

It's the slowpoke fight of the century!

July 7, 8 AM

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July 4th, afternoon; late to the party as usual o3ob

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